
I thought I knew our orbit
More than a year ago
I meant to be more dependable
I meant a lot of things
And I said them
Though I long
To spark your sky again
I've crashed on fertile earth
And burning in this crater
I wish upon myself
That one day you'll spark mine
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps



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